Scp-118 Novels & Stories

I said, putting my hand on his arm, "You can't let this happen. I'll go, I'll do whatever they want, as long as she's kept safe." "I know," he said, struggling to keep his eyes on my face. I studied him a moment, watching him scratch at his jaw again. "There's something else, isn't there?" He looked down at my hand still touching him then met my eyes. "I think the Taken is Nick.”

I flinched. Xavier’s jaw locked. “That’s the northern perimeter. They feel it too.” Before he could shift form or reach the door, the air behind us stirred, footsteps echoing down the hallway. Elias appeared first, coat unbuttoned, expression grim, his usually composed features hard with alarm. “Alpha.” Rosalyn followed close behind, hair slightly disheveled, eyes sharp with fear she was badly trying to suppress. Maxine stumbled between them, pale, unconscious, half-carried.

Elias paused beside pod #11. The man inside looked like him. Not exactly. Shorter. Narrower shoulders. Eyes sunken. But the jaw was there. The cheekbones. The spine of a warrior. Elias reached up—pressed his palm to the glass. The man stirred. Not awake. Just reactive. Like a shark sensing blood. Then Elias saw the tag: “R1: Reactionary Clone – Alpha Series. Functional Host for Combat Transfer.” Beneath it: “Memory Layer: Erased.”

"A real one. Not me. Not Evans. Someone who deals with... metabolic collapse." "No doctors," Cale said sharply. "Doctors are discovery vectors." "Stop talking like a manual! You are a person! You are disappearing!" "I am right here." "Parts of you are here! The rest is... I don't know where it is. In the ether. In the rewind." Elion grabbed his notebook from the nightstand. He flipped it open. Anomaly 80: Aphasia. Difficulty retrieving common nouns. Anomaly 81: Thermal Regulation Failure. Core temp dropping.

“Fallon?” Fallon’s panicked voice resounds in the receiver. “Something horrid is happening here, father. It’s pitch black outside, and it's the middle of the day. Is Lana with you? What is going on?” My gaze turns to Lana and Michael. Lana’s eyes continue to flicker as the power is siphoned into the necklace. Not knowing what else to do, I move forward, place my palm on her head and render her insentient. As soon as I do, her body slumps down. Michael lifts her in his arms and carries her to the sofa.

So unlike her parents,so strange and closed off. I have heard more rumblings from the servants of her strange tendencies.One of them followed her on her most recent sojourn in the dead of night.He followed her,in the bitter cold to the fountain in the garden where she apparently began to pray to some heathen Egyptian deity! I must really speak to Charles about this.That poor girl is not well. January 11, 1811

While the children settled into the stone-carved villas of the Sanctuary, a new threat was coalescing ten thousand miles away. In a high-rise in Zurich, a man sat in a room bathed in candlelight. He didn't use computers; he didn't trust them. He used shadows. His name was Silas Vane—the man Hecate had called "The Vulture." He was the Council’s Chief Inquisitor, a man whose lineage predated the Robinson experiments by centuries. He didn't need DNA to be a monster; he was born one.

The obsidian mirrors of its eyes didn't reflect the room; they reflected a streaming scroll of violet code. [ANALYZING_THREAT_PATTERN...] [TARGET: ALPHA_01] [WEAKNESS_IDENTIFIED: EMOTIONAL_LATENCY] "He can't hear you, Xander!" I screamed, my fingers flying through a translucent, golden HUD that was flickering with red warning signs. "The Maintainers haven't just possessed him; they’ve moved his consciousness into a Deep-Storage Partition. Everything he is—his loyalty, his memories—it’s all in Read-Only Mode. He’s being piloted by a combat-script that has ten thousand years of predator-data behind it!"

Her mother's expression was tense, frightened. Scarlett… if you find this room, then everything has already gone wrong. Tears instantly filled Scarlett's eyes. Her mother's voice continued. This is the true heart of the Synchrony Project. Dominic's jaw tightened. Scarlett stepped closer to the screen. Her mother looked directly into the camera. And this is where they kept the first pair. Scarlett frowned. First pair? Then the screen shifted. A file opened automatically. Two names appeared. SUBJECT ONE : EVELYN KINGSLEY*/

Doesn't have time to think about what he's doing. He has one more thing to collect and he is already stepping though the portal to get it. --- The other demon in the safe haven back away from Jonathan as he walks through them in search of his last victim; the last 'ingredient' to Type cure. He finds the elderly man speaking amongst the little ones. Jonathan orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies.